#1986.start

“no, i’ve told you! i’m not leaving here until i’ve finished the melody. i don’t care if that takes me two minutes or two more hours. i’m not going anywhere until i say so,” she haggled down the landline ( and with her very disapproving manager on the other end, no less ). ainsley’s determination to finish her latest song had put her on edge. not the song itself, but engagements elsewhere conflicted with her desire to have any time to work. she always had to be busy. it was no wonder why it had finally started to get to her. “and that’s the last i want to hear of it!” she slammed down the phone, her eyes resting for a moment as she took in a deep breath. she needed to be serene. upon re-opening her eyes, her stomach turned as she realised something she wished she had sooner. she hadn’t been alone. “how long have you been standing there?”

“man, last night was--” elias trailed off, trying to think of the events of the previous night. he couldn’t exactly remember. the last thing he could recall was downing a couple of body shots off of some chick after their show. but from his experience, that’s how the best nights always started. he just couldn’t wait to drown away his hangover with another round. “wild. totally fuckin’ wild, man.” he grinned to himself, turning onto his side with an audible groan. it was only beginning to sink in that, while the night had been intense, somewhere along the way he’d passed out on someone else’s couch. he rubbed at his eyes, shielding them from the sun as he came around. “hey, you--” elias called over to a figure he saw moving nearby, among the other bodies littered on the floor with minimal consciousness to them. “where- where are we? who’s place is this?”

    ✧ — JACKET SLUNG OVER HIS SHOULDER. he looks ready to go. right up until he hits the threshold of the door and everything starts to go south. he never crosses it, half hiding behind the frame he now rests his head on. “ ------ I DON’T WANT TO GO OUT. “